There is a knock on the door, Jack is sitting on the sofa, eating a snack and he turns around looking at the door, removing his gun from his waist, he then switches off the TV, standing up, slowly walking over to the door as he peaks out of the curtain.
It's 9pm, who could this be at the door at the door in this weather.
Whoever is at the door there back is facing Jack all he can see is a yellow raincoat.
He then wipes the mist off the window, as he walks over to the door looking through the peek hole.
It's Claire, he open the door, she is soaked from the rain, standing there as the water drips on the tiles, "Claire what are you doing here at this hour?
Her eyes are red, it looks like she had been crying.
"Claire talk to me, are you okay?"he walks to the back of her and removes her raincoat, he notices blood dripping from her arm onto the tiles.
Jack can't see any injuries on her, he places both his hands over her cheeks, Claire talk to me, I am here for you.
Claire is in total shock, she is not responding, Claire Jack screams, she becomes aware of her surroundings, she looks Jack into the eyes as she closes her hand.
Jack takes her hand, covered his palm over her fist, "hey it's me, you will be okay."
Claire looks at the door and pushed it closes leaning against the door with her back.
"Claire you have to understand for me to help you, you have to tell me what happened."
"Please lock the door."
Jack walks over to the door and locks the doors as she walks through the living room, to the kitchen, taking a cup from the sink opening the fridge and pouring herself milk.
"She leaned against try kitchen table with her blue Jean and her navel cut long sleeve wool jersey; she was wearing a necklace, Jack noticed, it had a blue diamond shape pendant. Her collarbone was visible, Jack noticed a date tattooed to her collarbone.
And beneath her navel she had a butterfly tattoo, the top of the plant was visible but the rest were covered by her pants. Her blonde hair hung loose, she was wearing white sneakers and Jeans that reached her ankles.
"Claire, talk to me where is this blood coming from?" Claire looked on the ground and saw the trail of blood from the living room to the kitchen, she had looked confused.
"Looking at her wrist, there were no marks on she wrist, Claire had then remove her Jersey, she was wearing a silk black bra, Claire turned her arm, tryint to see where the blood is coming from, but there was no scratches or wounds.
She had a flat stomache well build,exxept for the tattoo beneath her navel her skin was clear , Jack gulped, and took a deep breath. Claire, what are you doing?"
Claire looked around, "oh my gosh Jack what are you doing here?" Jack frowned "What am i doing here, he looked around?" This must be some type of crazy prank.
"You are in my house Claire." Jack grinned, making her feel at ease, " she looked at him, then sighed, "how did i get here, and why didn't you stop me from removing my top?"
"Claire everything happened so fast, I am still trying to figure out why are you here?" Claire went quiet then looked around, "parents not here, sorry I mean, is your dad not here?"
Jack shook his head, "his never home."
"So you are in this big house all by yourself?"
"Yes, pretty much."
"Where is your sister?"
"Not around." Claire nodded her head, lovely house you have.
Thanks, you still haven't told me what you are doing here?
"Nothing, I just dropped by to say hello."
Jack smiled nodding his head, "you seemed like you were running from something."
Claire laughter was sweet and honest, a rare jem that only few people can call forwards. It's full of her spirit- quiet yet real, filled with a tender joy.
She has two laughs. She had this deep, true, a laugh pouring out of her with a smile that splits her mask in two. It shows you a glimpse of who she is behind the frozen beauty, and when Claire laughs, if you look hard enough, you can see pain lacing her grey eyes.
She could hide fear and pain behind her smile, but Jack could see through her, emotionally he was more attached to her as a person than the mask she wore all the time to impress friends
"I was not running from anything, do you see any wounds on my back?" Jack walked around to the back and examined her back for wounds, as he shook his head, "no but there is scratch marks."
She turned her head around her lips were inches from his, her sweet soft gentle voice said softly, "would you mind tracing the scratch with your index finger, so I can feel if it burns." her bright blue ocean-like eyes lightened up as she closed her eyes letting the words barely escape from her lips as her heart raced, Jack you don't mind do you."
It feels like soft rain on a summer evening. It feels like an explosion of the best flavors in the universe all at once mingling together and creating the best taste and sensation you've ever felt even though there lips never touched.
The positioning of the hands to trace her would created a sensuality of temptation. The soft sounds that escape from her lips can be the sign of deeper love or passion. It felt like he was not in his own body anymore and on another universe floating. He felt lost in her eyes.
Resisting give into his temptation, he walked to the back and traced his finger gentle over her wound as her head floated backwards effortlessly, breathing soft as her heart raced.
"Do you feel this?" He whispered, "her eyes now opened up starting at him, letting out a smile, I feel it." She took her right hand placing it over his fingers, it was pouring outside and the air was cold, nothing could be more perfect than this moment. At least that's what he thought.
She turned to him as her lips brushed his, softly, delicately, like butterfly wings, just long enough that he could inhale her breath, feel the warmth of her skin, and the taste of her lipstick lingered far after she had gone.
His lips mashed against hers, as if trying to flatten and destroy her mouth. She hungrily pushed back, her mouth open, tongue pushing past his clenched teeth to the moist space within. The bristles of his beard scratched against her soft cheeks as she gripped his head firmly, as if to keep him from escaping. She worked her mouth against his, their tongues battling back and forth like wrestlers, each trying to pin the other.
he kissed her like she wanted to be kissed, like no boy had ever kissed her, soft and moist and hot and breathy, not trying to win a battle but seeking union and closeness and the sharing of one breath, one sensation, one timeless and passionate moment.
The heat rose in her cheeks as her tongue touched the other girls' tongue, quick and electric and delicious, then firmer, more determined, more curious about the heat that lay within, seeking to chase down that elusive liquid lightning that reached through both of them.
She started at him as she ran her hand over his back her nails cut into his skin. She them stopped as they caught there breath, there hearts were pounding, to Jack it felt like a dream come true.
Claire suddenly pushed him away, " what are you doing?" Jack was caught by surprise, until she grinned I am Joking, "you remind me of Marcus in the old days."
Jack paused, "excuse me? "
"Why you stop, come on baby." Claire pushed her body against his. As he pushed her away, " you just compared me to Marcus?"
"Yes and? We all like to have fun don't we, it's our little dirty secret." She whispered
Jack shook his head, this is not what he had expected from Claire.
"I think you have to leave."
Claire saw herself in the mirror, and put on her Jersey, " I am sorry, this is not how I usually behave." Jack narrowed his eyes, not sure what to say he nodded, "I think you should leave." Claire stopped and turned facing him starting into his eyes, "I am sorry, I do hope you forgive me." What angered him is not how she behaved but who she was thinking of that moment.
Claire, Jack paused, he had a millions thoughts racing through his mind, but all words that could escape is " Your beautiful." He ran the back of his index finger over her cheek looking down at her, any guy to win your heart is the luckiet guy. He kissed her on her forehead, it's been a long day for us both. He walked her to the door when he noticed red lights shining through the window, he grabbed her and pushed her down as he lay over her. It was nothing but just kids messing around with toy guns.
Claire I am sorry I thought.... Claire? Claire.... Wake up, Claire... Blood flowed down between the grooves of the tile.